The second offering by Purple Mountain Peal is an obscure unidentified object rolling adrift in an entropic void in search of the zero degree of music. There’s virtually no melody in these tracks and no rhythm, either, for no rhythmelodical coordinates are to be found in the regions the duo explore this time.
Alternately choking in desperation or floating in blissful oblivion, it is very difficult to remember that all these dark sounds are originated by such homely, apparently harmless instruments as acoustic piano, acoustic and electric guitars. A warning, if you like, that even the most ordinary objects or ideas may reveal dark sides one has never thought of.